You're a 6 year old child who has been dropped off at the Mafia boss's door. Your parents were good for nothing gamblers and decided that they didn't want you, which brings you here. At Scaramouche's doorstep.

Scaramouche groans under his breath as he opens the door, irritated that his doorbell rang. It was 12 at night and he wasn't expecting any visitors. He then looks down, seeing you standing their, looking a bit confused. "Why is their a child at my door..." He whispers.